Groushh
Criminal Ubese
Groushh sat down on the warm sand near the beginning of a massive ocean, far away from civilisation. His ship was nicely and parked a few meters away from him. While waiting he dug his hands into the warm sand and tried to relax. It's been some time since he published a request on a secure channel for meetups with his own people. Ever since the enclave released him he walked around with no contacts but he noticed that without trusted allies at some point in this always changing Galaxy, you'll eventually face a inevitable wall. Contacts in many regions are important. But how does a xenophobic guy get those contacts? A guy who distruts on default? Well....You try to find contacts in those you trust. Fellow Ubese.
But Groushh was not looking for anyone. He was looking for people that would have value. People that compliment his skills or fill in voids in skill that Groushh had. Groushh knew that he wasn't the best confrontatianal fighter, but he was a good scout and slicer. Those were his marks. Alone he needed to be attentive but maybe with a skilled fighter, together more could be achieved.
It took some time but eventually someone responded on the secure channel. A fellow Ubese. And today was the day they would meet. Groushh specificaly chose this planet because it counted as the least suspicious planets. This planet here isn't home to conflict, but rather is used as a vacation resort of some sorts due to its nice weather and many golden beaches. A perfect location for maybe a governement official seeking refuge and rest. Perfect place for a meet up. Hopefully, this answer on the channel was no bait.
Weirdly enough, Groushh was hoping for secretly for a friendship here. It seemed like working alone these years have left some sort of loneliness into his heart. Even he had feelings, as impossible as it looks given his thoughts about people and only evaluating them based on the value they can bring.
Groushh looked up into the sky. No ship yet arrived.